I do not like hospitals. I do not like going to the doctor. I literally get high blood pressure when I go for a routine check up. I used to dread getting my blood pressure taken for fear of it being a high number (and inevitably my anxiety and stress made it high). Anyway, when I got pregnant with my first baby I was super excited but then immediately scared about all the visits to the doctor, the needles, the poking + prodding and most of all the thought of having a c-section at the end of the whole thing. I was determined from the onset to have a natural labor and birth. Continue reading
I have so many friends at the stage of life who are getting married and considering starting their family. Our generation already has cultural barriers that push our child-bearing years further and further into the future… we want to get our careers on track, we want to take one more awesome backpacking trip, we want to meet the perfect person and date and marry them and buy a house and then get pregnant… or we can’t get pregnant and need to invest in fertility treatments and now we have to worry about a tiny mosquito that happens to reside in all the best sunny beach destinations. Isn’t there enough standing between us and our fertility?! Since I have a background in public health I decided to nerd out a little and do some investigating on behalf of my friends who will be travelling to areas with the potential to come into contact with Zika. Here’s some general info to consider:
I am now officially a pregnant lady who makes grunting noises while putting on her snow boots! The belly is large and in charge and there is no mistaking that I am carrying a growing human. Aaron has a rule that he never ever makes a comment to a pregnant woman about her pregnancy even if its blatantly obvious because “you never know”! At this stage I am often approached by complete strangers who want to know “when are you due” or “do you know what your having” or “I can tell by the way you’re carrying that its a boy” or the classic tummy rub. I don’t mind the attention. I find it endearing when older men like my dad’s age want to talk about babies… you can tell they are grandpas or soon to be grandpas and are truly fascinated by the joy a new life brings to the world.
Finding out I was pregnant the first time was quite the surprise. That first time I held the news I was pregnant fiercely close to my heart, waiting until the doctor confirmed the result at my 8 week appointment before I told anyone other than Aaron. For 8 whole weeks I walked around knowing that my life was going to change forever. It’s was a surreal feeling knowing that that my body was making a baby and the forces of nature were carrying out the process of creation. I couldn’t stop it! Cells were dividing. I was no longer just one person, I was a woman with a life in my womb. I wasn’t alone. It was crazy!
I know I know, it sounds really weird BUT hear me out. As a newly pregnant woman I was doing all the research on birth, getting my birth plan ready, figuring out all the baby gear I needed and what I wanted to pack in my hospital bag. I wanted to avoid as many unnecessary interventions and medicines as possible. I also talked to A LOT of new moms (mostly to ask about how bad labor really was) Continue reading